When it comes to my kiddos, some days I have to look WAY in between the lines to feel the love. Not seeing it in the eyes, not seeing it in the actions, and certainly not seeing it in the words I hear. But...early in the morning I found a little post it note where I keep my contact lenses on a shelf over our toilet...it said, "Fell in toilet." Little dude didn't want me to touch the container, much less put them in my eyes, without full disclosure of the middle-of-the-night event. He even told me the next day that he had washed it, but wanted me to know what had happened. Now, if that doesn't say love, I don't know what does.
Speaking of love, I love, love, love tattoos on the lower back. I especially like them when the person getting the tattoo doesn't feel bound by the laws of symmetry. Mind you, I'm over getting tattoos, so I would never get one there, myself, but I do love tattoos when they're beautiful, meaningful, and not taking up too much body acreage.